Literally:
The sciatica I spoke of (briefly) in my last post is a pain that starts in my butt, and runs down the length of my left leg. For over a week, I was unable to even move my left leg forward to walk when I first woke up in the morning. I went to the Clinic in Phoenixville to see Dr. Romeo. (Yes, that is his real name, but think the difference between a rodeo, and Rodeo Drive.) He did a couple of quick tests and told me, thankfully, the pain is caused by a muscle spasm, and NOT a herniated disc. He put me on a high dose anti-inflammatory, and referred me to the physical therapist. My first PT appointment is next Friday.
Figuratively:
It SUCKS not being able to move much. I'm doing better, but I can't even pick up my niece without pain, and dancing with her is right out. To have such a major setback so early on is frustrating like you would NOT BELIEVE. Walking is a chore. The most I can handle is getting to classes, and for my basic needs at home. I've attempted shopping twice, both times ended in agony.
My diet has suffered, too. I knew it would- I'm an emotional eater. I'm pissed off and sulky=I eat crap. I'm trying but between the almost constant availability for desserts and junk, and my inability to say no to them when I'm in a funk... I haven't even stepped on a scale lately. I'm too embarrassed.
But, there is a glimmer of hope at the end of this crushing tunnel- physical therapy. I get to talk to some one about the SAFE way to exercise. Also, I'm not going to let something temporary sabotage me permanently this time. Once I have the go ahead to work out, I'm going to pick myself up and GO. I can't afford to waste time waiting for "inspiration" to strike again.
I'm going to be healthy. It's not an option or a dream. It's simply the truth.
14 February 2009
06 February 2009
Day 26: Set Backs
I have been officially diagnosed with sciatica. I can't exercise, I can barely move. Things are...not going so well.
I'll updated when the bed-resty-sequesterness is over.
I'll updated when the bed-resty-sequesterness is over.
26 January 2009
Day 15: Two Week Weigh-In
I am NOT happy. At all. Since the start of this diet, I have actually GAINED a pound. I am beyond annoyed at myself. I'd been avoiding it all this time, but I think I need to start a food journal. It's just too easy to let it all get away from me otherwise.
Too annoyed to type. Grrr.
Too annoyed to type. Grrr.
22 January 2009
Day 11: Reaffirmation
I'm firmly entrenched in week two of my diet and my size 28 pants won't stay up without a belt anymore. :) I'm sitting at a computer in my college as I type, a lunch of garden salad with grilled chicken and fat free dressing at my side.
One of my classmates, who, for her privacy I will call J, has offered up her help in reaching my goal. That means a lot because J has lost a lot of weight herself, having undergone bariatric surgery. She's willing to help in anyway she can. "Even nagging," which is EXACTLY what I need!
To my 3 followers so far: Welcome and my many, many thanks. You have no idea what it means to me that there are other people out there committed to seeing me succeed. Please, please comment, let me know what you are thinking, and get on my case if you have to! If I could do this without help, I'd be there already.
I'm feeling good. I bought a pair of dancing shoes to match the ones my niece wears, so we can really groove together, lol.
Ew. I just loled in a blog. Anyway.
With my weigh-in just days around the corner, I don't think I will have lost nearly the amount of pounds I had planned on. In hindsight, it was probably an unrealistic goal, not to mention an unhealthy one, as I'm not under the supervision of a doctor. (I should be, and you should be, too, if you're trying to lose.)
I'm feeling good again. Back in school and around people, I feel my spirits lifting. With good spirits comes renewed determination. As my favorite drill instructor (from Celebrity Fit Club) would say, I'm in the firefight.
Hoo-ah.
One of my classmates, who, for her privacy I will call J, has offered up her help in reaching my goal. That means a lot because J has lost a lot of weight herself, having undergone bariatric surgery. She's willing to help in anyway she can. "Even nagging," which is EXACTLY what I need!
To my 3 followers so far: Welcome and my many, many thanks. You have no idea what it means to me that there are other people out there committed to seeing me succeed. Please, please comment, let me know what you are thinking, and get on my case if you have to! If I could do this without help, I'd be there already.
I'm feeling good. I bought a pair of dancing shoes to match the ones my niece wears, so we can really groove together, lol.
Ew. I just loled in a blog. Anyway.
With my weigh-in just days around the corner, I don't think I will have lost nearly the amount of pounds I had planned on. In hindsight, it was probably an unrealistic goal, not to mention an unhealthy one, as I'm not under the supervision of a doctor. (I should be, and you should be, too, if you're trying to lose.)
I'm feeling good again. Back in school and around people, I feel my spirits lifting. With good spirits comes renewed determination. As my favorite drill instructor (from Celebrity Fit Club) would say, I'm in the firefight.
Hoo-ah.
19 January 2009
Day 8: Self-Discipline is HARD
I'm doing okay with the diet portion, but the exercise is not so easy to come by. It's cold outside, and I don't wanna walk! I go up and down stairs as much as I can, but I still feel like I should be doing more. Blah.
Maybe I'll update later today. Maybe not.
Maybe I'll update later today. Maybe not.
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